#St. Nicholas Night

[rovermcfly]

let's settle this once and for all

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Saint Nicholas is also the patron saint of prostitutes. So Santa accepts you being a hoe hoe hoe😏

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[attaboyluther]

A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS, Early Book Printing (THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS),  1887.

This is an early bound printing of A Visit From St. Nicholas (aka, Santa Claus), dated 1886-1887, 1st edition. One of the first storybook-style hardcover printings, the book features beautiful Victorian artwork by Virginia Gerson, all in color. This 135 year old book is in good condition overall. The illustrations are still vibrant and binding is tight. A rare and endearing children's book! On consignment from a lifelong Christmas collector. Thanks for looking! [x]

[supercalime]

If you like rise of the guardians and die hard, I’ve got just the movie for you!

[dewitty1]

A Visit from St. Nicholas

BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE

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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (Random House Inc., 1983)

[travsd]

200 Years of "'Twas the Night Before Christmas"

As we reported back on St. Nicholas Day, today marks the 200th anniversary of the first publication of the Clement Clarke Moore poem A Visit from St, Nicholas, or ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. It was first published, unattributed, in the Troy Sentinel on December 23, 1823. Moore had written the poem for his children. Family friends borrowed the manuscript and submitted it to the newspaper,…

[lovemewednesdays]

Louis Armstrong narrates A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS (‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS), the classic holiday poem by Clement Clarke Moore.

“This is Louis ‘Satchmo’ Armstrong, talking to all the kids from all over the world at Christmastime.”

(Transcript under the cut.)

[A piano plays lightly in the background throughout the reading.]

This is Louis ‘Satchmo’ Armstrong, talking to all the kids from all over the world at Christmastime.

“’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

‘Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on [Donder] and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!’

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! [Louis laughs.]

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight, ‘Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!’”

A very good night. And that goes for Satchmo, too. [Laughs.] Thank you.

[elijones94]

🎅🏻 Father Christmas/Santa Claus 🎄🎁⭐️

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[rovermcfly]

do you guys think that a full decade after the release of tumblr hit movie rise of the guardians I can get people to get back into it to the point where everyone reads Nicholas St. North and the Battle of the Nightmare King and like, makes fanart and writes fanfic bc I would like to see the sortof tumblr rennaisance girlies (gn) have a go at fandomising this specific lore and also see young santa kiss his wizard husband

[smashpages]

Courtesy of Archie Comics, here's a preview of one of the new stories that'll appear in World of Archie Jumbo Comics Digest #135, which will arrives Nov. 22. It is a fun one, as writer Tom DeFalco, artists Steven Butler and Jim Amash, colorist Glenn Whitmore and letterer Jack Morelli pay tribute to a Christmas classic. A Visit from St. Nicholas, the poem by Clement Clarke Moore, gets turned on its head as Pureheart the Powerful and Pow-Girl hear the “clatter” of super-villain activity before Christmas.

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[attaboyluther]

A Visit From Santa Claus, 1899 [x]

[someonelookingpraediti]

- A Visit from St. Nicholas; Clement C. Moore

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A Visit from St. Nicholas -- Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap-- When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of midday to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now Dasher! now, Dancer now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky: So up to the house-top the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof-- As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack. His eyes--how they twinkled; his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And he filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney her rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"